Inchcockski – Sunday 22nd March 2020: Mentally muddled today. Usual state, then!

2020 Mar 22

2020 tttMar22

Sunday 22nd March 2020

Hungarian: 2020 Március 22, Vasárnap

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GM brown L02:30hrs: Well, well, well, sleep at last! Six hours no less! Within minutes of waking up, I’d decided there was an ode about the Coronavirus that had been floating about in my head, and it needed tending to, while it was fresh in my memory box. Of course, the gurgling and rumbling from the innards started. So a trip to the Porcelain Throne had to take predominance.

wd 0.0.30 I arrived in the nick of time on the Throne, and the evacuation started without any input from me. But only so far, then it was reluctant-cement time! The pain I went through to get things moving again, was unpleasant, to say the least. But, I freed things, and unfortunately, this caused quite a bit of bleeding, that took far longer to stop than usual. And of course, wasted a few precious sheets of toilet paper. I should have used the kitchen towel roll, I will next time! And really must call for a prescription for some more Corticosteroid cream.

Had a wash, the contact points antisepticated, and off to the kitchen. Took the medications, made a brew and off to the computer and made up the Coronavirus Calypso ode. The words flowed out with ease. I must have been dreaming of this during the night?

wd 0.0.30 I had it made and posted off in record time! Then got on with updating the Saturday blog, which took me a lot longer. Mainly due to Shoulder-Shaking -Shirley and Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failing both at the same time. After such a relaxed session on the ode-making, I could not help but feel a little sorry for myself, suffering from so many ailments. Then I thought of Josie’s meal needing doing, and I didn’t have the natural desire in me, but I shall not let her down, it will be done!

7Sun01I checked the emails. One from Amazon is asking for a review of the Tork toilet rolls, that had been cancelled! I filled it in, mentioning the reason being that as they had not been delivered, I couldn’t respond in the accepted style.

I Pinterested some photos, and then I had a go at the TFZer Facebooking for a few hours. I got around to the WordPress Reader section at last.

It was all of a go-go, on the CorelDrawing then. I kept doing graphics for the TFZer and Album pages on Facebook. This is because at last, the hassle from Nicodemus’s Neurotransmitters failings had eased off a little, and became only sporadic. Baffling, even the Doctors aren’t sure why this happens so often, I was just grateful it does and was enjoying the freedom to work on graphicationalising. But had to stop, a little disappointingly so I could get my ablutions done and prepare Josie’s meal for her.

I limped to the wet room first, to get teeth, shaving and showering done, bit with a sense from my EQ, to take care. Mmm! We’ll see, back in a bit.

wd 0.0.30A I’m back! Apart from just a couple or so (5) dropsies, the five cuts shaving, wee’d me off. Hah!

wd 0.0.30 I got stuck into the handwashing and realised that part-way through washing the togs, I had not started Josie’s meal yet! It was a hell of a rush job to get it to her on time! Once it was prepared, I rushed it to her door, taking a can of G & T and a pot of the Toy-Shop yoghourt that was custard & rhubarb flavoured. I had to buy this flavour with a lemon flavour, and I don’t like rhubarb. Tsk! Usually, I take a snap of her meal, but today with the rushing about to get it ready in time, I forgot all about it. I gave her fish sticks, mixed some tuna-in-brine with some mayonnaise, a few anchovies, halved some mini-tomatoes, a piece of cheese, garden peas and my World Famous, (Well, my sister Jane likes them) Cheesy-Potato-Mash. I put less salt on the tomatoes with the anchovies being there) She answered the door a bit quicker than usual, and quizzed me as to what the anchovies were. I hope she likes them. She handed me a packet of Victoria cakes. I thanked her and gently explained to her about my being diagnosed with diabetes.  But being the weak-willed-wimp that I am, took them anyway.

7Sun04Back to the kitchen and got the and washing done, rung and hung! Then, I tackled the laundry. But I felt okay, as Dizzy Dennis and even Shoulder-Shaking-Shirley were being kind to me!

I put the rest of the cheesy potatoes in the oven on a low light for my nosh later. The other half of the anchovies will go on it, with the left-over peas and some fish stick and Surami, well, that’s the plan, anyway.

7Sun05I made a mug of tea, taking this picture of the new kettle making the place seem all clean and polished. (Obviously, it wasn’t, though, Hahaha!)

wd 0.0.30 Then as I was going into the computer, I noticed I had not emptied and cleaned and put away the GPWWB (Grey-Plastic-Wee-Wee-Bucket). So, I had an INHBBT (I-Needn’t-Have-Bothered-Barely-Trickling) wee-wee, and off to the wet room to clean and disinfect things. It didn’t-half pong! I mustn’t forget that again!

Back to the blogging and updated this piece of documentary-styled, unelaborated hogwash. I pressed on with the blogging, then visited the TFZer Facebooking for a quick update.

7Sun39I’ll get the nosh done now. I was so glad I bought all those tomatoes when I went to Arnold now, they are keeping pretty well too. I hope they don’t suddenly shrivel. This was a meal worth a taste-rating of 8.5/10. I dined slowly and savoured every bit of the food without any abstemiousness. My coenaculous desires were well satiated!

The washing-up of the pots was accident-free. Well, I did spill a fair bit of water on my belly, but then again, the stomach does stick worryingly-flabbily out so much more now in these isolationing days. Tsk!

Pete WinI got a wash and changed into the night attire. Then got uncomfortably settled on the second-hand, £300, recliner, that xyrophobia-suffering, Lottery winner, Pools winner and flat-robber, Brother-in-law Pete Archibald Bratton had knackered, while he was flat-sitting and stealing my valuables, while I was in the hospital after having the stroke.

Disappointingly,  sleep did not want to come. But when it did, very late on, I sank into unknown bliss, for about six-hours uninterrupted peace, not even any dreams or nightmares! (That I can remember, anyway!)

Nice!